The idea of love Maybe you fell in love with him because he was the closest thing you had to feeling loved. You don't miss him, but you miss the idea of love. Life was simple back then. Career paths, family and relationships all took a back seat when compared to living in the moment. Getting high on Disney shows and stoned over those anonymous hand written love notes, the ones which everyone wrote but never sent. Love was spontaneous. Whether or not momentary. The innocent mind a butterfly, hoping the next flower will bring a sweeter savoury. There was no future, and there wasn't expected to be. Shy smiles or pointedly ignoring looks, 'playing hard to get', but in reality, trying too hard to show you didn't care. You bet you would've loved better than they ever were at playing with unsuspecting hearts. You hated them, but wished you were them. You loved him just because. Back then, there was no reason for love. No 'compatibility', no trust issues and no reasons to fight. Just a fleeting contact of the eyes meant fireworks and rainbows. It was your first - someone who can never be replaced, someone who teaches us mountains about people and exploring a whole new world within ourselves. You sit by yourself, lonely and scarred by life, dwelling in the hopelessness of it all and wishing you had a chance to grow up again, in a different place and a different time zone. You listen to an old track, a track you associate to 'love'. And you're transported back in time. Wondering what would've really happened if you had been brave enough to finally post that letter? Send him that song? Speak those words? Right now, would your life have been any different? Perhaps you would wish the same thing - "I wish my life was different." no matter where you were and what you did. But you'll never know, and that's what gets to you. We all live in uncertainty and although it is beautiful, it is equally as pointless. Love is as powerless as it is powerful. Or the idea of
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Do you know how unique 'you' are?...Ever thought about it? No...I knew it because 'you' are not in a habit of looking at yourself. 'You' are dependent on the sayings of others. 'You' get affected by what others think of you. 'You' often see yourself through their eyes like their eyes are a mirror and they will always reflect a perfect image of yours, but it's not true. Everyone have their own perceptions about others. Their perceptions don't matter and will never matter because 'you' are 'you' and not 'them'. 'You' are unique and believe me everyone is unique in their own way. It all depends upon how one sees himself in the mirror. The day 'you' start believing in yourself, the day 'you' start introspecting yourself, that will be the day when 'you' will stop believing others because at that time 'you' will know that it's 'you' and 'you' alone in this world and not anyone else! If you want to move forward in your life, then stop thinking about what others are thinking. Stop getting affected by others judgements. If you believe that what you are doing is right, then just do it. Don't follow the crowd. Be unique. Be you! ❤ Keep follow @the_insider_quotes . . . #likeforlikeback#likeforlike#like4like#likeforfollow#theinsiderquotes#instagood#inspirational_quotes#positivevibes#writersfollowwriters#instapoetry#poetrycommunity#writerscommunity#instapoets#writersofindia#creativewriting#writeaway#wordporn#instagram#booklove#novels#shoutoutfree#lezbehonest#lovequotes#you#motivationalquotes
I've always wondered what it would be like to love someone unapologetically and carelessly, I wasn't sure i was even capable of that until i met you. You brought out the happiness in me i never thought i had. It was a struggle to not smile when i walked on my own. Every breath i took i was thankful for. Because I remember when we first sat down together, just the two of us, I wrote down, "Life is worth living". Cliche. I know right? I read the notes i wrote down every time i met you, "Today was beautiful", "I love you", "I wish you could stay" and many more. I remember when i was in pieces, you held my hand and i was whole again, every crack in my soul filled with gold gluing it together. But i still remember the anxiety it let in, the constant whispers occasionally, "Nothing lasts forever." And I won't lie, it kept me up for most nights, i was happy in the mornings and restless at nights. The most restless i had ever been. But the pain had disappeared. The pain i lived through all these years, finally gone. I somewhere read that the devil can hear your prayers too, he doesn't always comes with horns and a pitchfork, sometimes he comes dressed up like everything you ever wanted. And you were. But the pain hasn't been back since. It knocks on my door once in a blue moon, your face comes to my mind like a faded dream, those thoughts intertwined, and tangled. I dismiss them all, let out a sigh, and go on with my unproblematic life.
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My first novel is an antique I bought from the shop of my memories divided into sections periodically. I have been collecting & recollecting myself exporting it to those who are in the same muddle. There are few steps I took in my mind while purchasing a new version of myself:- 1) Erasing and rewinding the glimpse of incidents that shattered me in the basement locked but I found the key and walked the highest upstairs. 2) Telling about new ingredients that I never taste before but eventually they helped me to taste better to myself. 3) Pasting different pictures of my selfiee's with different scenario's and my expression's to them before and after. 4) Advertising my favourite story to myself importing all it's happiness into my soul. 5) Proving the undefined theorem's with explaination's while answering in the exam of life. 6) Watering the plants while they burgeon inside my thoughts so that every reader can eat it's fruit. 7) Experimenting with the chemicals that left me burnt so that I can turn them colourless this time. 8) Parching the poison of pessimism into mud and baking optimistic Sweet's & eating them with more than a speed of bullet so that nothing makes my a toungue bitter no matter life serves neem leaves or chocolates. #terriblytinytales#ttt#writer#writersofttt#picoftheday#quotes#read#wordporn#writerscommunity #bloggerpoetry#poet'sground#wordsoflove#sharpedpen#writing#writer'sfamily#writingislove#penispassion#staytuned#stayastory
Hey , meet VISHAKHA ______________ Vishakha is a 5th grade student in a government school near my house. As every other day of my life, I went to the chai stall near my house with my sister. There I couldn't help but notice this girl who was playing with a dog there. A cute little girl whose smile is probably the most prettiest thing of the day. You know , sometimes in the midst of our lives , we miss this special feeling. I went to her and we chatted for a while till I finished my chai I asked her about her school and life and she asked about mine. I don't know if this may feel special to you by reading this , but to me it meant something beyond words. Listening to her story, I noticed she tried explaining to me about her future but she fell short of words. She said she wanted to become a doctor but couldn't really give a description of what a doctor is and what they work. Funny to us but heart melting at that time seeing her smile and that glee on her face. You know what was the best thing about this little kid , she had dreams in her eyes. She had that twinkling shine in her eyes and her smile told her joy amidst all the pain. Life is uncertain. We crave for things and ignore what we already have. But kids like her , they merely have the basic amenities but still find pleasures in life and dare to dream in between so many issues and disturbed childhood. So this was her story, where her day would start with her cute little dream and end with her trying to explain it to random strangers what it meant. Remember we said, there are a lot of stories, we just need to hear them! #igstories#igbloggers#stories#humansofnewyork#dreams#words#thoughts#bangalore#bengaluru#wordporn#writers#igwrites#blog#blogging#poemsporn
------ We sat opposite each other, my friend and I. Not knowing that the simple lunch break will turn into a deep conversation. We talked about you, my first love. I told my friend you were not the one that got away because you were never mine to begin with. But I did love you, still do. You occupy this tiny but permanent space in my heart. I fell for you because not only you were beautiful, but you're pure and kind. Just by seeing you, looking at you... I had to bite my lips and take a deep breath because I felt it. I was awakened, this thing they called love, I saw it, I felt it. It was real for me. Oh I wish we should have given it a chance. #loveletter#wordporn#poem#love